Do you think you're living an ordinary life? You are so mistaken it's difficult to even explain.

The mere
fact that you exist makes you extraordinary. The odds of you existing are less than winning the lottery,
but here you are. Are you going to let this extraordinary opportunity pass?

Greg understood that this situation would make Michael terribly uncomfortable. Michael simply had no
idea what was about to come and even though Greg could prevent it from happening, he opted to let it
happen. It was quite ironic, really. It was something Greg had said he would never wish upon anyone a
million times, yet here he was knowingly letting it happen to one of his best friends. He rationalized that
it would ultimately make Michael a better person and that no matter how uncomfortable, everyone
should experience racism at least once in their lifetime.

He stepped away from the mic. This was the best take he had done so far, but something seemed
missing. Then it struck him all at once. Visuals ran in front of his eyes and music rang in his ears. His
eager fingers went to work in an attempt to capture his thoughts hoping the results would produce
something that was at least half their glory.

There was something beautiful in his hate. It wasn't the hate itself as it was a disgusting display of racism
and intolerance. It was what propelled the hate and the fact that although he had this hate, he didn't
understand where it came from. It was at that moment that she realized that there was hope in
changing him.

Colors bounced around in her head. They mixed and threaded themselves together. Even colors that
had no business being together. They were all one, yet distinctly separate at the same time. How was
she going to explain this to the others?

It was that terrifying feeling you have as you tightly hold the covers over you with the knowledge that
there is something hiding under your bed. You want to look, but you don't at the same time. You're
frozen with fear and unable to act. That's where she found herself and she didn't know what to do next

The red glint of paint sparkled under the sun. He had dreamed of owning this car since he was ten, and
that dream had become a reality less than a year ago. It was his baby and he spent hours caring for it,
pampering it, and fondling over it. She knew this all too well, and that's exactly why she had taken a
sludge hammer to it.

Debbie knew she was being selfish and unreasonable. She understood why the others in the room were
angry and frustrated with her and the way she was acting. In her eyes, it didn't really matter how they
felt because she simply didn't care.